Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

"Old Liu, I heard you have an elderly mother at home!"

As Lao Liu was being helped away by Zhang Qingshan, he trembled. This was a warning from the other party not to run away.

He wanted to turn around and beg for mercy, but after a moment of hesitation, he didn't say anything. He completely lost his spirit and energy, like a soulless puppet, and numbly continued to walk forward.

Zhang Qingshan remained silent, his head bowed with his back to Master Ma, his eyes deep and unfathomable, the throbbing pain in his body a reminder of the cruelty of this society.

Fortunately, he's young and in better condition than Lao Liu.

The system panel kept flashing before my eyes. This was the last day of the ten days, and also the only glimmer of hope. I wondered what would happen after the spirit was imbued, and whether I could turn the tide.

There are expectations, but also concerns.

I took Lao Liu to an old doctor near the compound to apply some strange herbs, and we didn't know if they would work.

Anyway, I was pretty much done for. Luckily, I hadn't gone to boxing class these past few days, so I still managed to save up a little over a hundred coins, which was enough to pay for the medicine.

Back home, amidst the surprise and concern of several neighbors, they settled Old Liu in. Unfortunately, no matter how they tried to comfort him, Old Liu remained on his deathbed, occasionally uttering, "It's all over, it's all over."

A beating can heal, but five taels of silver is an abyss from which one cannot escape.

Zhang Qingshan was helpless; words were simply inadequate.

Unexpectedly, our neighbor Zhuang Xiaochun came back today. Seeing Zhang Qingshan and Lao Liu's appearance, he went back into the shed and brought out two bowls of meat soup.

Mr. and Mrs. Xu also brought two lumps of hot, boiled tofu each. Old Wang and Mrs. Song hesitated for a moment, then brought two meat buns as well.

There was also Sister Xie, the widow, who was holding Old Liu's rough hand and weeping. In the past, Old Liu would have been overjoyed, but now he lay there blankly.

Zhang Qingshan thanked his neighbors, then closed the door, endured the pain, drank the meat soup and ate the tofu buns, before lying down to wait for the spirit-infusing process to end.

A lot happened today, and he was exhausted and in pain. Before he knew it, Zhang Qingshan fell asleep.

.......

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone speaking—[Ding, "Mighty Fist" awoke from his daze, looked around at the bare walls of his home, and felt a sense of loss. Examining his physical body, he found it weak and injured, and recalled how he had been bullied in the past. His entire fist felt weak, and he lamented his bad reincarnation, wondering what kind of person he had been born into!]

Zhang Qingshan suddenly woke up. Was he dreaming? No, the system had changed.

He immediately sat up despite the pain, and his first reaction was to look at the panel. The "Enchantment" in the brackets on the third line had disappeared, and the words "Chaotic Enchantment" had turned gray. There was a glimmer of light in the grayness, as if it was slowly recovering.

Apart from that, there are no other differences.

Looking around, I couldn't find the person who had been speaking in my daze.

Just as I was about to continue my research, the sound appeared again, seemingly coming from within myself. No outsider should be able to hear it. It wasn't dark yet, otherwise, with that kind of sound, the neighbors in the outer yard would have come to inquire long ago.

[Daliquan hesitated for a moment, but then thought, "Even a dog doesn't despise its poor home, and a child doesn't despise its ugly mother. A true warrior must bravely face a life of utter desolation." After mentally preparing himself, Daliquan decided he couldn't give up. A tall building starts from the ground up; he had to start training.]

[Having accepted his birthright, Dali Quan began to organize his meager resources. The Six Forms of Dali were his innate foundation, so he began to ponder and refine them. Slowly...slowly...he began to grasp the essence of each move, and each move began to become profound. Indeed, the saying "read a book a hundred times and its meaning will become clear" proved true.]

As these narrations from "Mighty Fist" appear.

Sitting on the bed, Zhang Qingshan suddenly felt a new understanding of Daliquan. The pictures and descriptions of the six moves and corresponding body postures were like memorizing a book for many days. Now he didn't need to look at the book, and he wouldn't forget it.

A while ago, I went to Zhou Biao's place to practice boxing, but I was actually quite clueless. Now, my understanding of the whole boxing style is much clearer.

I tried getting out of bed and testing different positions on the floor.

Well, I was overthinking it. I may have memorized the whole booklet, but knowing and doing are two different things.

[Dali Quan was startled to realize that he couldn't put his knowledge into practice. Without practical training, even the most fluent memory was just a castle in the air. So he decided to train his boxing skills properly.]

At the same time, Zhang Qingshan's body began to perform the Six Powerful Forms: Power Accumulation Form, Power Strengthening Form, Power Explosion Form, Stepping Form, Straight Punch Form, and Charging Form.

I felt my body move out of thin air, as if I had been possessed, and I became a cold observer.

Zhang Qingshan's first reaction was surprise, and he instinctively tried to regain control of his body.

The moment this thought arose, my body stopped punching and returned to normal.

[The feeling of using the Mighty Fist technique is unbearable. He originally wanted to break through the shackles of fate through hard work, but a supreme will is interfering with him—the will of the Creator, which he cannot resist. Is he truly destined to only master a weak, crude, and clumsy style of boxing?]

[The powerful fist roared, "God, why are you doing this to me...?"]

Zhang Qingshan felt that the powerful punching action that had been imbued with spirit was a bit too much, and he was about to let it continue, but he still focused his consciousness on the unloading position of the spirit-imbuing slot.

Then another explanation came: After uninstallation, the equipment will enter the backup warehouse and can be reloaded at any time. Alternatively, it can be taken back to reality. However, due to the influence of reality's rules, the equipment's spirituality will be lost, and it will need to be re-enchanted later.

Regardless of which method is chosen, all changes that occur inside and outside the host's body are real and will not change due to subsequent operations.

After this series of attempts, Zhang Qingshan had no more worries.

Then I wanted the powerful punch to continue.

[I feel like I can continue practicing my powerful punches, but I'm still in a bad mood. I feel weak and listless. Who knows if I'll be stopped again soon? If that happens, I might as well just lie down.]

Zhang Qingshan paused for a moment, then tentatively said in his mind:

"I'm not stopping you to stop you from growing up, it's just that it's not the right time to train. Things are complicated and can't be explained in a short time. Just don't let it affect you. Besides, my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven."

[Mighty Fist seemed to suddenly sense something. It turned out that the Supreme Will wasn't stopping him, but had some unspeakable reason. The matter was too complicated for a newborn baby like himself to understand. And the thought, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens," was so domineering. Suddenly, he felt full of energy again.]

In reality, Zhang Qingshan started practicing boxing. At first, he was very clumsy, like an experienced driver familiarizing himself with the functions of a new car, but gradually he became visibly more skilled.

Feeling cramped and stuffy inside, Dali Quan decided to go out into the yard to unleash his full potential.

"Creak!"

Zhang Qingshan opened the door and strode out.

Completely ignoring the other neighbors busy in the yard, he found a spot, got into position, and started practicing.

He was completely focused, oblivious to his surroundings, his gaze unwavering, focused solely on his fist technique.

Every move he made was precise and skillful. His six powerful punches seemed to flow more and more smoothly and naturally, as if he were not a novice but a seasoned and masterful practitioner.

Zhang Qingshan was concentrating on his cultivation.

The neighbors in the shack were somewhat taken aback by what they saw. After exchanging bewildered glances, someone couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Zhang, you're injured. You should rest." "Yeah, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly boxing?"

However, Zhang Qingshan completely ignored everyone, clearly concentrating on his boxing.

Hearing the commotion outside, Dali Quan ignored them. How could these mortals understand his ambitions? True heroes are solitary, and are meant to be out of place.

Old Wang and his wife, who had just covered the cart with straw, opened their mouths and said, "Brother Zhang must be traumatized. Old Xu, is this the secret manual you gave me?"

Old Xu was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhang Qingshan's movements. He recalled for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly, "Is this it? How can he fight so beautifully? This is called, this is called..."

Zhuang Xiaochun, who had just finished her early shift at the rouge shop, chimed in, "That's called flowing like clouds and water."

Old Xu nodded. "That's the feeling. Brother Zhang seems to be intelligent."

Widow Xie sighed, "He's still injured. I hope there won't be any problems with his health." "Xiao Zhang, you should rest first."

[Injured? That's because you're too weak. A surge of urgency welled up within Dali Quan, and he roared: "As long as I don't die from training, I'll train until I die!"]

[Beep! During his arduous training, Mighty Fist suddenly had an epiphany. He became completely familiar with the moves and mastered the basics.]

[It might take an ordinary person one or two years to truly grasp the basics of boxing, and some people without the perseverance to study might spend their entire lives just circling around the edge. But Dali Quan was not arrogant, because simply getting to the basics wasn't enough; it had only touched the very edge of martial arts. It had to continue practicing, and it felt it could still hold on.]

It was getting late, and several neighbors in the compound looked at Zhang Qingshan with concern.

It seems he's gone mad after being stimulated today; he doesn't seem to feel tired at all, and even though his bandaged wounds are still bleeding, he doesn't seem to notice.

Is he possessed? Should we try to persuade him firmly?

Just as he was thinking, Zhang Qingshan stopped, and then it seemed like his body made a series of thumping sounds and his muscles were twisting. Then he hurriedly ran into the house.

[Through arduous training, the Heaven-sent Fist finally yielded results. Through relentless practice, the Fist Master grasped the essence of great strength within his fist techniques, reaching a level of proficiency. He was pleasantly surprised, knowing he had finally crossed the threshold of martial arts, achieving the first level of the ten levels of Divine Strength Warrior – Robust!]